Good morning, McCoven!
Since it’s the weekend, and on the weekends I like to dig around a little bit in the past, I found something that will both make you sad but also make you hopeful.
Three years ago today, the Giants were unstoppable. They were on a seven-game winning streak and seemingly nothing could go wrong. And then, of course, everything did. Because like Icarus, they flew too close to the sun, melted the wax on their wings, tumbled out of the sky and fell into the sea where their hopes of ever playing in the playoffs again drowned.